Getting the Axe - Nikki Mays Page 0,31

I’ve been lusting after him from the very second that I saw him.

But never in my wildest daydreams did I ever expect to wake up curled around him like a dang octopus. Half of my body is laying on top of him. My right arm and leg were thrown over his. My head, I’m guessing, is smack dab in the middle of his chest since I haven’t gotten the guts to open up my eyes yet. What if I am dreaming? It wouldn’t hurt to stay in this pleasant little cocoon for a few more minutes.

Well, I would’ve if someone didn’t snap me out of it. “I never pictured you as a drooler.”

I startle at the sound of his voice before I frown and open my eyes. And heaven help me, I wasn’t prepared for what I would see when I opened them. A sleepy and groggy Noah smirking down at me. I can actually feel my ovaries contract. Good grief, the man is potent. Well, he is until I realize what he just said and glare at him. “I don’t drool,” I say primly.

He raises a smug eyebrow. Can eyebrows even be smug? If they can, his definitely are. “You’ve used my bare chest as a pillow all night. Trust me, you drool.”

I’m about to tell him that he’s lying until I move my face around a smidgen and realize that he’s telling the truth. My face heats as I quickly wipe away all evidence of said drool. It takes me a second to catch onto the fact that he’s laughing at me because I’m scrubbing his chest with a sheet. I stop mid-scrub and purse my lips. “Shut up,” I mumble before rolling onto my back and looking up at the ceiling, wishing that it would fall on top of me.

“Come here.” He chuckles playfully while hauling me back over to him with only one arm.

How he has that much muscle is amazing and something that I shouldn’t be thinking about as I don’t put up too much of a fight to move away. I’m just being polite, that’s all. And I don’t snuggle into the side of his neck while inhaling deeply. Nope, not this girl. I also don’t rub my right hand up and down those ridges on his abdomen. If I did, it would be a totally mindless gesture, you know, one of those motions that calm your mind so much that you don’t even realize that you’re doing it. Except for my pulse going crazy. But no one needs to know about that.

“So what’s on the agenda for today? Besides replenishing all the fluid you lost last night?” He asks so calmly that I almost miss it.

I looked up at him and scowled. “Funny. Who knew that you were such a comedian.”

Something in his eyes changed, causing me to swallow loudly. “Well, it’s either I lay here joking with you or I flip you onto your back and make you scream my name. It’s up to you.”

I blink rapidly. “Wha-what?” I stutter out, unable to fully comprehend what he just said.

“Honey, the way that you’re rubbing my stomach is forcing me to use every bit of self-restraint that I have. It also doesn’t help that your hand seems to drift lower and lower on each pass.”

“Ahhhh.” Is the only thing that I seem to be capable of saying. I lick my suddenly dry lips and watch as his eyes track the movement like a hawk stalking its prey.

“So, what’s it gonna be Elle?” His voice sounds so deep and grave that it doesn’t even sound like him anymore. “Do we get up from this bed and pretend like this isn’t happening? Or do I show you what I’ve thought about doing to you for months now? The choice is yours, Elle. Always has been.”

I can’t look away from his dark chocolate eyes. I don’t even know if I’m even breathing anymore. I don’t even think that I care if I’m not. There’s only one thing ringing loudly in my head. “Months?” I whisper out with wide eyes. “But…but, I don’t understand. You don’t even like me most of the time.” It just doesn’t make any sense.

The small smile that he gives me does nothing to take away from the heat in his eyes. “Honey, liking you has never been the problem.” I frown, but he keeps going. Saying something that will probably stay with me for the rest of my life. “Me not being